transitionsurrection:

“Usually there are questions, dress or no dress”.

femmeftm:

   I wore this last night to a bigass party at a fag bar. You can’t tell from the pictures but it’s a see-through dress and I was wearing my signature rhinestone scar pasties. I had a really interesting experience where I had a parking lot quickie with some guy (as I like to do from time to time) and I realized after that I had no idea if he thought I was a man or a woman. If he thought I was female I’m sure he wondered where my tits were/why I had so much stubble on my face and if he thought I was male I’m sure he wondered why I didn’t get hard/why when I bent over there were no balls. And I don’t know if one would see someone in a dress, heels, false eyelashes etc and assume they’re FTM- it’s possible, just odd that there were no questions or anything. Usually there are questions, dress or no dress.

   The only words exchanged were “I like your cologne” “Let’s go outside- You have condoms, right?” and “You have cum on your face.” So obviously no gender talk whatsoever. I’ve never had a situation where I don’t know if the guy thinks he just banged a man, a lady, or he’s not sure. It was kind of rad.

   PS Please pardon the TMI.